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Two Years Later
It's a Thursday afternoon and I'm sitting in an Uber on my way to my new job. The new job being a babysitter for a family of five. I will be babysitting two kids, a seventh and second grader. Not really the ideal job for someone who is already twenty-five but it's difficult finding a good-paying job when your highest level of education is a high school diploma.
I need the money to buy a house of my very own. I'm tired of relying on my sister and parents for help. Especially now that I have my very own family to take care of. I have a child. A daughter to be more specific.
Her name is Dohee, she's almost two years old, and she's the reason why I'm fighting to change my current lifestyle.
I would do absolutely anything for this kid because she stole my heart the minute I felt that first kick. She's my baby. It's certainly not ideal to have a baby with a guy you met at a bar.
Yeah... a guy I met at a bar is the father of my child. His name is Winwin.
I haven't seen him since that night- a wonderful night might I add. The worst part of this tale is that I cheated on my boyfriend of one month. I flaked on him after he proposed to me. I went straight to the bar to clear my head because things were moving too fast.
That's when I met Winwin and I think everyone knows how that went. Wasn't even drunk when I had sex with him, I wanted to have sex with him. I knew exactly what I was doing that night.
After I came home from having sex with Winwin, Doyoung- my one month boyfriend- was standing outside my apartment. Regret filled my body once I saw him. Before I could tell him anything, Doyoung told me that I could take my time and that he'd wait for me. Those words shattered my heart. I couldn't keep the guilt in any longer and I told him the truth of me cheating. Doyoung said nothing and just left my life after that.
I ruined something good for some guy I met at a bar.
I don't blame him... I blame myself. On top of that, I got pregnant. At first, I thought this was God's punishment to me but now I feel like it's some sort of a blessing. Dohee is my blessing. Still, Doyoung didn't deserve what I did to him.
The Uber stops. I looked out the window, realizing that I was already here. I've met the parents before and they're so nice, the nicest couple I've come across. Hopefully, that wasn't all just for show. What I'm most nervous about is meeting their kids, I haven't met them yet.
I take my luggage out of the Uber's trunk and made my way to the gate. They live in a gated community which to me seems like such a great community to let your children grow up in. I always wanted to live a luxurious lifestyle or at least a better life than the one I grew up in.
